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19 [ACTION/TEXT]

[In the aftermath of the chicken fight (and not the fun kind you do in pools), Brock's magnificent statue somehow remained untouched. All that blue miracle goop sure is convenient.]

[One overnight trip to the hospital later (after a particular action thread takes place in this very journal), a text post appears on the network.]

I hope everyone's okay. It sounds like you are. I'm okay, too, mostly. I think I need to take a few days to myself. To. Recover. From that.

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[He looks at the bucket, and then at Tangrowth.]

This is going... to be messy. I guess we should probably get her to... rub all over Brock or something.

[Oh baby]

I don't think that'd be too hard... [She also looks at the goop filled bucket.]

I'm not sure how much we actually need. She probably has a few buckets' worth though.

I think we got enough between us. Let's see if it works.

[She nods.

THERE THEY GO. BOLD GOOP-BEARING SAVIORS.]

[Wild and goopy shambler is just. Chilling out over there. Shambling.]

[AND LO

The goop works its magic and slowly the stone begins to recede. First Omastar falls off, and is very extremely bewildered at this strange turn of events.

Then, finally, Brock goes limp and collapses. He makes a noise that sort of sounds like

ghhhrhngnghhhhrhgnbhhrhg

into the grass.]

[AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Erika is there at his side, pushing him up slightly to make sure there isn't some kind of horrible pooling of blood anywhere oh my god.]

Brock!

~~i was having the most wonderful dream...about so many handjobs...~~

hnrrrhgjdffffwwwwhat happened...

You were stoned.

[Okay just

hold the phone because

it feels like someone took a sledgehammer to his groin

and

oh god yeah his hands are at his shorts here it comes.]

ghghhooohhhmygoooooddd

[All of the wincing right here.]

... We should get you to the hospital.

[Yeah, duh. A look at Raiden.]

Right now.

Yes please.

[Ok screw being surrounded by a bunch of people. He somehow stops moaning and crying long enough to reach down his shorts and pull out

duct tape.]

What is...?

We uh... had a little accident. While you were stoned.

You can... you're all there down there, right?

[Hang on he needs to process this for a second. And then it is TIME TO YELL.]

Oh my god WHAT DID YOU DO.

[Now he has to check. Yes. Okay. He is all there but it looks like someone took a sledgehammer to his groin. It also feels like someone took a sledgehammer to his groin.]

GHHHGNBHGHHRKKGNNGK

[Nnnnngghhh she is burying her face in her hands again.]

Apparently there was one of the chicks and... I came too late and...

[Okay come on everybody up on your feet she can't deal with this right now. Brock her only escort at the moment is Tangrowth. She is still goopy.]

We're going now.

It was an ~~maxcident~~ accident! I promise! [Oh my god he feels so awful and AWKWARD. ALL THE AWKWARD.]

I'm... going to go get the golf cart. [It's got a lovely dent on the front part of it.]

Edited 2011-04-28 04:59 (UTC)

[Brock is sort of having trouble standing. It is much easier to writhe on the ground in pain, sobbing and crying like a total manly man.]

Oh my god you broke off my dick and duct taped it back on.

[Well you are permitted to lie down sifhsdgfddfh. She is completely unable to refute his alarmed statements and that just makes her feel so bad.

She's just going to hold all the undamaged parts of him until the golf cart shows up.

And then Tangrowth held them both.]

... hnn.

[SOBBING

AND CRYING]

...

That has gotta hurt.

[All Goose can do is cringe and pat Brock on the back. Uh. Oh god.]

[AUUUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHH]

Who did thiiiiis

Edited 2011-04-28 17:10 (UTC)

[Goose was juuuuust going to give it straight and let Brock think what he will.]

Max punched your dick off because you had... something in your boxers. One of them chicks, I think.

[Sorry all he heard was "Max punched your dick off".]

AAAAUUUUUGHHHHHHHH.

[SUDDENLY...

Except no not really, it's just a golf cart with a dent in the front. Your chariot awaits, Brock.]

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